Midnight Fantasies(85)

By: Vicki Lewis Thompson


“I told you. I need a ride.” She twisted in the seat until she was facing him. “I need you.”

His foot still sat on the brake and a burst of horns erupted behind them, but Dallas didn’t budge. His full attention remained fixed on her as a dozen emotions chased across his face. Hope and fear and disbelief.

“What?”

“I need you. You were right about me. I was scared of standing up for myself, of standing out, of not fitting in. I wanted so much to belong, but I never did. It didn’t matter what clothes I wore or who I hung out with or how many country club friends I had, I still didn’t fit in. I’ve never fit in. Until you. You’re the first person who’s ever made me feel a true sense of belonging. You.”

A clamor of horns filled the air, followed by several calls from the onlooking crowd.

“Is everything all right?”

“You folks having car trouble?”

“Engine stalled?”

The voices drew his gaze and he glanced around before his attention fixed on her again. “People are looking at us.”

“I know.” She worked at the top few buttons of her blouse while he watched her with a puzzled expression.

“What are you doing?”

“Showing you my underwear.” She pulled the top edges of the blouse aside and let him glimpse the red Wildchild lingerie she’d purchased her first night back in town. “It’s not purple, but I called Eden and asked if she could put in a rush for a purple thong and a matching bra. In the meantime, this—” she slid another button free “—will have to do.”

“But people are looking at us.”

“That’s the point.”

He caught her hands midway down. “You’re confusing the hell out of me, woman,” he growled, as he started sliding the buttons back into place. “What’s all this about?”

“I’m not afraid to be myself. I like racy lingerie.”

“I’m glad.”

“And I like you. I…” She searched for her courage. “I don’t want you to be just my very own private fantasy. I want you to be my reality. I want—” Her voice broke then. Please don’t let me be too late. Please.

His hands stalled on her top button as he stared at her for a long moment, his expression unreadable. A breathless moment passed and then he smiled, and all the love he’d professed for her shone in the dark green depths. “Tell me, darlin’. Tell me what you really want.”

“You,” she murmured. “I don’t just like you. I love you. And I’ll go you one better.”

For the first time in her life, Laney Merriweather didn’t worry about who was looking over her shoulder or what they might think of what she was about to do. She cared only about the man in front of her. The man who fulfilled all of her fantasies and then some. The man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. Starting right now. “I’ll show you.” And then her lips touched his.